Inspirational Day......

Yesterday I had a chance to visit a different church with a completely different style of worship. I was almost brought to tears by the authenticity of it and the joy from the members as they participated.

I have always been (other than here!) fairly reserved in speaking about things I consider personal, one of which is how a person chooses to worship (or not, as the case may be). I've felt it is something you find in your heart, at the right time, or it finds you and it fits YOU and that's great; that's how it should be.

So I am letting nature do the rest of the talking as I process my experience. For those of you who hosted me, gratiae!

The communion of whites and pale golds as the shadows begin to lengthen.......

The beautiful pinks and wines of phlox in the evening sun......

The delicate translucent petals of surprise lilies, protected by a sturdy magnolia........

Nature leaves me without words occasionally and this is one of those times.

Have a wonderful Monday, rich with meaning, and joy, and color. Let the beauty in the world around you soak in, and let creativity be it's result!

Pax.

Yesterday: Slight Change In Plans

It is utterly frustrating when you have your day planned, then all of a sudden, things get changed.
Above, you can see the minuscule amount of actual art I accomplished. And for good reason. When I came home from early service, I was looking at the yard thinking, "Oh, it's cool out, I could mow quickly...." and of course, have all the rest of the day for art. So I slapped some Neville Brothers gospel music on for the parakeets (yes, they get *church* too, and they expect it), slipped into work clothes and bolted to the John Deere. DH was working so it was just perfect---no cooking, no cleaning up, just GO MOW.
Which I did.
And somehow, when I least expected it, I socked myself in the forehead with a tree limb so hard I thought I was going to get knocked off the mower. This, sadly, is not the first time this has happened. I'm not a quick learner in some areas..... ;-) However, this was the first time I did it hard enough that I couldn't see straight, had a headache and felt nauseous all afternoon.
And, oh yes, I forgot I had that short essay to write that required five books so I could get some research right, all through the haze of the head doing the Rumba. This was an afternoon to remember for sure! I think..... But the writing went well, very well, which makes me wonder what braincells were rattled during the swat.
At any rate, I chose NOT to work in the wet studio in the cellar---in case I passed out and DH couldn't find me when he got home from work---and only after dinner did some cutting, placing and thinking. I mean, by then, I was ABLE to think. Such is the life of Anne.
I'm not making plans for today other than a quick trip in to church for some quiet time due to the fact I won't be able to attend a requiem service tomorrow, so will just offer up intentions on my own. That's my day. If art happens I will love and appreciate it.
May you all be happy creating things that don't require tree limbs, motorized machinery or anything else to put you in a semi-coherent state!
And make ART!
Pax.